tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67629721508267323672023-11-16T01:16:08.946-06:0018 and Knocked UpThis isn't about proving myself anymore. This is my life and I'm living it the way I want to.Sarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.comBlogger195125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-19016863275073644842012-05-31T12:50:00.002-05:002012-05-31T12:51:14.367-05:00The BoxMy Facebook status says "My therapist says to talk about it. When I'm in that dark place where the monsters and skeletons and secrets live I'm supposed to talk and tell the story as many times as I need to. I'm trying and it's so hard." You know, in that dark place it isn't the dark or the monsters or the skeletons that are scary; we've been friends for a long time, no, they're there to protect the secrets and to protect me from them. We all have to have a place to keep our secrets, the real secrets the ones that truely no one else knows about, and I keep mine in the box. <br />
<br />
<br />
Sometimes I go tiptoeing around my head, poking and prodding at things, making sure it's not too chaotic in there, usually everything is in relativly good order. And then I come to the room with the box; that box that holds my memories and my deepest darkest secrets. The box is really more of an old steamer trunk; it's big and beautiful and ornate, at frist when I see the box all I want to do is open it, something so beautiful must hold something amazing. I'm always so sure that I want to pull all of those old memories out and lose myself in them for awhile. When I start getting closer to the box, though, I realize that it's not so pretty after all. These small black tendrils are snaking their way out from under the lid and I know that if the big ones get out they might just pull me in with them. <br />
<br />
Sometimes I see the monsters guarding my box, making sure that all stays quiet in the dark in my mind. They do such a good job; they don't have to fight with the things in the box anymore ( I think they used to a lot), they just stand there to remind the things of their place. But sometimes it's the skeletons that I see. They are the ones that keep me from getting into the box. Sometimes I try to just open the box, just enough to peek inside. Other times I try to take it with me; I don't want my memories down there in the dark. Those skeletons are always there to stop me, saying "Look what happened last time you opened the box. It's dangerous and you can't risk losing yourself in there again." So I shut the lid and I trudge back up to the surface and the real world.<br />
<br />
Currently my skeletons and I are in negotiations. They don't want me to open the box, but I know I need to. I'm introducing them to the lifelines; the people that are there to pull me back out when I start going under and the ones that can fight of the nasties when they start coming after me. I think the skeletons like these people, but they are worried. I'm worried too. What happens with this box is open and everything is allowed to escape? Will everything be allowed to escape, or can I pull one piece out at a time?<br />
<br />
I suppose that we'll find out. For now I just keep poking around in the dark place; I really do like it in there, it's calm and comforting. I go over to the box and sit on it and talk to the things in it, or on the bad days I kick it and scream and yell at the things inside until I'm so exhausted that I can't even look at it anymore. Days like today, I just stare and wonder.<br />
<br />
Sarah M.Sarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-36332501748133021952012-05-15T11:17:00.000-05:002012-05-15T11:17:13.822-05:00Are You Mom Enough?Yes, I am mom enough. <br />
<br />
<br />
I am mom enough to make whatever decision is right for my family at any given moment. <br />
<br />
I am mom enough to choose to breastfeed for as long as possible.<br />
<br />
I am mom enough to let my child wean at 15 months before I was ready.<br />
<br />
I am mom enough to work and go to school and raise a child.<br />
<br />
But you know what? I am also mom enough to tell you to fuck off when you start judging another mom.<br />
<br />
I am mom enough to support the mom that chooses to breast feed.<br />
<br />
I am mom enough support the mom that chooses not to breast feed. <br />
<br />
I am mom enough to tell any mother that is struggling that she is doing a fantastic job when people are putting her down all the time for making the decisions that she thinks are best.<br />
<br />
And I am mom enough to defend ANY mother’s right to choose whatever works for her.<br />
<br />
When we ask questions like “Are you mom enough?” we start alienating other moms. We just created an “us verses them” mentality and honestly, I’m sick of it. No one will ever make the exact same choices that you do and if they did we would all be extremely boring and never get anything done. <br />
<br />
This is all I’m going to say about the bullshit that Time magazine has incited with their recent cover because I think that they are morally objectionable for running an article with that kind of headline. But next time you find yourself judging another parent for their decisions, please step back and question your own. Are you perfect all the time? No? I’m shocked. <br />
<br />
Sweet<br />
<br />Sarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-6741362698335739792012-04-20T08:20:00.002-05:002012-04-20T08:37:58.453-05:00If I Were, I'd Be...Apparently no one is sure who started this, but I wanted to play along. I got it from Lori at <a href="http://www.rrsahm.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">RRSAHM</span></a>. If you want to play along, copy and paste it.<br /><br />If I Were, I'd Be....<br /><br />If I were a month, I'd March with the sunny days and the dark, grey days.<br /><br />If I were a day of the week, I'd be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Thursday</span>.<br /><br />If I were a time of day, I'd be midnight, that time right <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">in between</span> the days.<br /><br />If I were a planet, I'd be a moon, a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">beacon</span> of light <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">guiding</span> you through the darkest nights.<br /><br />If I were an animal, I'd be a swallow. In sailor lore, they mean that you're almost home.<br /><br />If I were a direction, I'd be one step <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">forward</span>, two steps back.<br /><br />If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">papasan</span>.<br /><br />If I were a liquid, I'd be cherry rum, it's so sweet you can sip it by itself but it still burns.<br /><br />If I were a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">gemsotone</span>, I'd be amber.<br /><br />If I were a tree, I'd still be a dogwood tree.<br /><br />If I were a tool, I'd be knife.<br /><br />If I were a flower, I'd be a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">moonflower</span>.<br /><br />If I were a kind of weather, I'd be rain on a warm day.<br /><br />If I were a musical instrument, I'd be an acoustic guitar.<br /><br />If I were a color, teal.<br /><br />If I were an emotion, I'd be anxious.<br /><br />If I were a fruit, kiwi.<br /><br />If I were a sound, I'd contended sigh.<br /><br />If I were an element, I'd be water.<br /><br />If I were a car, I'd be a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">VW</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Beetle</span>.<br /><br />If I were a food, I'd be cherry pie.<br /><br />If I were a place, I'd be that one perfect spot by the lake where you can hang out and swim all day.<br /><br />If I were a material, I'd be worn out flannel from one of my dad's old shirts.<br /><br />If I were a taste, I'd be lemon, real lemon that makes your whole face hurt.<br /><br />If I were a scent, I'd be the smell of sex and men's cologne.<br /><br />If I were a body part, Id' be old, strong hands.<br /><br />If I were a facial expression, I'd be an awkward smile.<br /><br />If I were a pair of shoes, I'd be a pair of painted Chucks.<br /><br />That was actually pretty fun. Seriously, if you do this, let me know so I can read it.<br /><br />SarahSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-5498287767963718152012-04-13T10:00:00.000-05:002012-04-13T10:00:04.687-05:00I Doodle! Pt. 13<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM88ThEWwPcRTBJrunM5ZqzYzUCeaGmblwBzLWJvj8_Rj6vnu7pl-7zcbtpXms60aQ0Z8iwnu2bkRvhmzii28JthfqUHjuhyuazd3VzD0Gn2mZ7D_updv8_0oGMtDQCT6PuwFd2FWNVps/s1600/IMG_0525.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM88ThEWwPcRTBJrunM5ZqzYzUCeaGmblwBzLWJvj8_Rj6vnu7pl-7zcbtpXms60aQ0Z8iwnu2bkRvhmzii28JthfqUHjuhyuazd3VzD0Gn2mZ7D_updv8_0oGMtDQCT6PuwFd2FWNVps/s320/IMG_0525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695842218467031026" border="0" /></a>This one is really special to me because I drew it as a special surprise for someone and this person said that it was like I'd given them flowers.<br /><br />SwtSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-3896686693486334502012-04-06T12:05:00.001-05:002012-04-06T12:05:33.512-05:00Dual PurposeI read a blog post recently about an older ad that talked about breast feeding and bonding with your baby and your man. The poster was upset because breasts were being sexualized again. It made me think about all the "lactivists" fighting for breast feeding and trying to remove the sexual stigma from breasts. Is that really what we need to do?<br />
<br />
Each body part has many uses, breasts are not the exception. As a young woman, my breasts are a HUGE part of my sexuality. They were also a huge part of my parenting. They can be both, and that is ok. <br />
<br />
I think the focus needs to be that they aren't just sexual, they are a happy place whether for you and your partner or for you and your baby. <br />
<br />
I feel like we need to be a little more gentle with the women who say things like "they're for my husband" and the like. For as long as they can remember breasts have been sexual and saying that boobs are for breast feeding does not change that image. We need to talk to them about ways to stay intimate with their partners and how breast feeding does not mean that they are off limits. We need to look a little deeper.Sarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-26984570703065834432012-04-06T10:00:00.000-05:002012-04-06T10:00:09.117-05:00I Doodle! Pt. 12<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43XIwpetM5r4Yp3zJIbVtBZnnQaA03wpIO-8mtbvqNJ18MzNICw2FEGxoCDg9JQkJA64FmI3t8tjgyKPN0msqLamhUCvFSUOU4xLIJPA1I6-ARy4in05j2cDVJalSbeQlti7ck0iWZeo/s1600/IMG_0524.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43XIwpetM5r4Yp3zJIbVtBZnnQaA03wpIO-8mtbvqNJ18MzNICw2FEGxoCDg9JQkJA64FmI3t8tjgyKPN0msqLamhUCvFSUOU4xLIJPA1I6-ARy4in05j2cDVJalSbeQlti7ck0iWZeo/s320/IMG_0524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695841897167974418" border="0" /></a>SwtSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-59261712746026734702012-04-03T23:07:00.001-05:002012-04-03T23:07:08.568-05:00What Am I Running From?When you're a parent you don't really get to run away. I guess you could, but that isn't very responsible. When most parents run away it's usually scheduled and the kiddo is with someone that loves them, but you still aren't running away, you still have to think about all the "what ifs" and be on call 24/7. <br />
<br />
That's one of the reasons I like running, like on a treadmill. For me it is a physical manifestation of running from the things that I can't handle. <br />
<br />
I asked the Universe for changes this year and I'm definitely getting them. I'll post more about them tomorrow. I don't do well with changes even if they are super exciting and make me happy, they are still scary. When I'm scared I want to run away and sleep for a few days. Since I can't do that, I run in place on my treadmill and meditate.<br />
<br />
When I started running in January I fell in love with the freedom it gave me. I need a challenge and running provided it and a way to escape. I wish I would use stayed on the band wagon last time but no one is perfect. <br />
<br />
I'm glad I'm back and I can't wait to see the results from this.<br />
<br />
SarahSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-32773636147609968712012-04-01T23:07:00.001-05:002012-04-01T23:07:11.093-05:00Week 1: Day 1...I Work Out!So I'm running a 5k in July and I haven't been running or working out or taking care of myself at all lately. I decided I should probably start working on that. Today is April 1st and the race is July 1st, that's 3 whole months to get in shape. <br />
<br />
My only goal for the race is to be able to run it easily. I'm running with someone else so it kind of depends on her too. <br />
<br />
My over all health goals are to feel better, look better, and to be able to run after Peanut easily. <br />
<br />
I started a Couch to 5k program today. It is a 6 week program that you do 3 days a week and builds intensity until you can run a 5k start to finish. <br />
<br />
I was kind of dreading getting back on the treadmill because I let myself down last time. When I hurt my elbow I stopped skating and working out all together. That was 10 weeks ago, there is no reason for that. So today in getting back to it. I feel awesome now that I'm done with the workout and i know that I can do this. There is ALWAYS time for your health, you just have to find it.<br />
<br />
SarahSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-62925212245560063622012-03-29T23:00:00.003-05:002012-03-29T23:10:41.557-05:00My Dear, Sweet MuseYou've returned to me again; I knew you would. I've missed you though. This time you flew into my like a ton of bricks, I didn't have a choice but to listen to you. You always seem to come back at just the right time. Magic.<br /><br />I love it when you tiptoe back into my head; your pattern pops up and I can't ignore it. Even when I'm not in a place that I can draw or paint I can't move on until those bubbles are made into something tangible, even if it's just a Post-It.<br /><br />You come to me when I make those silent prayers to the Universe, you help me get it all out of my head and help me make a beautiful offering of art and love.<br /><br />Sometimes you disturb me. You sneak up on me and the slam me down and scream at me until I make the thing you think I need to. These are the times that I think that maybe you need me. Maybe you can't make your own beauty so I have to do it for you. No matter, it still scares me <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every time</span>.<br /><br />The times I love you the most are when you come to me when I'm afraid and I don't have the internal resources to deal with it. You always manage to return me to the things that I know are real and true.<br /><br />My dear Muse, I love you terribly. Stay <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">around</span> a little longer this time, please.<br /><br />Love,<br />SarahSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-62097110593834677112012-03-23T10:00:00.000-05:002012-03-23T10:00:02.153-05:00I Doodle! Pt. 11I got really tired of the numerals so we're moving on to normal numbers.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PaU94hMUAVPt6kDrKo2L7j-I2WMKRjPd3yeoMga14aVULJplEsrsH1rOMOzGlLPRmrCsbc6WMbDehJUV5o6y5TzBvVSohemG4zAv9yWk_lG9lruJ2alForT_IhG290WhM5sickMRcmE/s1600/IMG_0522.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PaU94hMUAVPt6kDrKo2L7j-I2WMKRjPd3yeoMga14aVULJplEsrsH1rOMOzGlLPRmrCsbc6WMbDehJUV5o6y5TzBvVSohemG4zAv9yWk_lG9lruJ2alForT_IhG290WhM5sickMRcmE/s320/IMG_0522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695841425437892306" border="0" /></a><br />I did this one in crayon at dinner one night.<br /><br />SwtSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-89179473479658351602012-03-19T20:26:00.002-05:002012-03-19T20:38:01.023-05:00It's Hard to Find the Right Words to SayI haven't been writing at all again. I know. And it's not for lack of trying. I sit down to write a few times a week and I can't find the right thoughts or the right way to see them. I am afraid that if I start writing everything that I feel will pour out and I'll be vulnerable. We've discussed how much I do not like vulnerable.<br /><br />I'm hurting right now and I don't know why. I think it is all the change, the part of me clinging to the life I had. When I was with Eric (I don't even care if I use his real name anymore) I was happy. I had dream single mom life: a good job, a boyfriend that loved booth of us, a house, a home. I don't have that now and I think I am still mourning for it.<br /><br />Eric was my best friend and it's like he died. He doesn't want to speak to me even after he promised that even if we broke up we'd be friends. We are not friends. I feel broken from it still. Like a part of me is missing. I want to know how he is, how the dog is, the funny things that happened at work. I want to know. I don't get to know.<br /><br />Like I said, it feels like he is dead. Except that his number is still in my phone and I know it will be him to pick up, if he wanted to. I want my life back, but I don't get that so I keep going forward and freaking out about how much it sucks without my best friend to have my back.<br /><br />I might make a bad decision tonight and I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span> with that.<br /><br />SarahSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-16474812604513649652012-03-16T10:00:00.000-05:002012-03-16T10:00:07.569-05:00I Doodle! Pt. X<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-oDc8d2s7Y_nWQUiK71Ff0euLCNV1igxVlDGeKKbWq82P1g1gk5qQ8jKOhJHjozef5CEdWIKbwHMK6nLyAfn7NWCw7NN6yUZOuCHu2GJBKoHdGSXXfpVK7H8xvtecg2sJW8zoqfv8ug/s1600/IMG_0505.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-oDc8d2s7Y_nWQUiK71Ff0euLCNV1igxVlDGeKKbWq82P1g1gk5qQ8jKOhJHjozef5CEdWIKbwHMK6nLyAfn7NWCw7NN6yUZOuCHu2GJBKoHdGSXXfpVK7H8xvtecg2sJW8zoqfv8ug/s320/IMG_0505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695840953227451778" border="0" /></a>Can you see the word?<br /><br />SwtSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-7039462314154513062012-03-09T10:00:00.000-06:002012-03-09T10:00:06.060-06:00I Doodle! Pt. IX<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie4AbA9eADrQNck9WZiLyTImurgH1Qh7R6uGQJHV3-Jog-gpoWfaDUcftSanFCO1K-K2KSuYFTp23Sm2PK-LEx9wpYz7WfVAyrAifuDzY9HhoUMphmIAYgs_Soga0FlXmxY_fKoFCXCEg/s1600/IMG_0504.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie4AbA9eADrQNck9WZiLyTImurgH1Qh7R6uGQJHV3-Jog-gpoWfaDUcftSanFCO1K-K2KSuYFTp23Sm2PK-LEx9wpYz7WfVAyrAifuDzY9HhoUMphmIAYgs_Soga0FlXmxY_fKoFCXCEg/s320/IMG_0504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695840643736981602" border="0" /></a>SwtSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-50162549976565823452012-03-02T10:00:00.000-06:002012-03-02T10:00:08.427-06:00I Doodle! Pt. VIII<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFs2jANc2zvzwsIO-x-ghKyFYdRu4Mu1ESjbdFvNoqczJFSxXNvGM__1KkFl8OC1eQOMN5rXc8LSgKVBaj69aTVRzvcvEVnp4Hzq2XVQMinNsmAMInCuXfboWIsrZVdhWtMdI6ZpMLTic/s1600/IMG_0498.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFs2jANc2zvzwsIO-x-ghKyFYdRu4Mu1ESjbdFvNoqczJFSxXNvGM__1KkFl8OC1eQOMN5rXc8LSgKVBaj69aTVRzvcvEVnp4Hzq2XVQMinNsmAMInCuXfboWIsrZVdhWtMdI6ZpMLTic/s320/IMG_0498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695840110890138530" border="0" /></a><br />Tomorrow is my 21st birthday! WOOOO!<br /><br />SwtSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-66959012363158386822012-02-24T10:00:00.000-06:002012-02-24T10:00:04.554-06:00I Doodle! Pt. VII<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_0fTwfmHYQ8__4TLFB6DXiM8Nj2bGOUJuEPBR9XC6elzFZufVdsgoon2m2l7kZoHlSe3AbYv8wq8SiEnCvtcvR-fZawNX7n6tEK2-eBGwuVTCnk1gknNNjF4zY3xWp0IbxzzT6v5XH4/s1600/IMG_0452.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_0fTwfmHYQ8__4TLFB6DXiM8Nj2bGOUJuEPBR9XC6elzFZufVdsgoon2m2l7kZoHlSe3AbYv8wq8SiEnCvtcvR-fZawNX7n6tEK2-eBGwuVTCnk1gknNNjF4zY3xWp0IbxzzT6v5XH4/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695839718383822402" border="0" /></a><br />SwtSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-85757924416992007972012-02-17T10:00:00.000-06:002012-02-17T10:00:11.069-06:00I Doodle! Pt. VI<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg01ia1lHjFZ3gnTL227LGU0EJ3oPrWyEkVZFOiBrMnuOzRwSOoGqtzVnAnDNlxVwcmhQLFaDY-iDga3j6suJAh27i4iyEWq5wHFlSIDhp6coQRlUjBnR3QOQbsU1x4n4B4HN0yS0R3CXg/s1600/IMG_0451.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg01ia1lHjFZ3gnTL227LGU0EJ3oPrWyEkVZFOiBrMnuOzRwSOoGqtzVnAnDNlxVwcmhQLFaDY-iDga3j6suJAh27i4iyEWq5wHFlSIDhp6coQRlUjBnR3QOQbsU1x4n4B4HN0yS0R3CXg/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695839339119988162" border="0" /></a>SwtSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-56809356104397747362012-02-13T12:18:00.002-06:002012-02-13T12:27:07.657-06:00Burning BridgesPsycho and I are over, like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">completely</span>. We can't even be friends and he hates my guts. Apparently I wasn't there in his time of need so now I cannot be trusted. That's fine, I refuse to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">apologize</span> for any of my actions or reactions that led up to this whole thing. I am not writing to bitch and moan; I've done <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">plenty</span> of that now, I just want to talk about <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">what</span> I feel at the moment.<br /><br />I am pretty sure this situation was caused my Psycho's inability to get over me because I watched him do this same thing with two of his exes. It's easier to move on from a relationship when you hate the other person than it is when you still care about them, so he made us hate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">each other</span>.<br /><br />I'm most upset that I was right. When we started dating he said that we would always be friends and I was afraid that if we <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">broke</span> up it would be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">completely</span> over. I was right.<br /><br />A lot of my stuff got thrown away, by him, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">apparently</span> and I think it was supposed to really hurt me. It didn't. I'm angry at the money I am going to have to spend to replace it, but very little of it was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">irreplaceable</span> to me. I lost some of my artwork, but I'm a better artist now so I will make something more beautiful that won't have the negative emotion attached to it. The mantra I keep repeating when I find myself dwelling is "n=Now there is more room for newer, better things."<br /><br />For now I am focusing on getting my new place with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Meggers</span> and settling in there. Who knows, maybe we will have a sexy neighbor.<br /><br />Thanks for listening.<br /><br />SwtSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-19277091395118956502012-02-10T10:00:00.000-06:002012-02-10T10:00:01.006-06:00I Doodle! Pt. V<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWXz9f464qINQSmyFZQ3iF5WCqcJR_gd2u5GMQjggMyRj2MooY3CrUtkfpBFYfOAHIKzmzCbrPaYknwpbTDgvmii0E5KURyLo_g_WtShspHR_eUfE2pmzOsDPlFROTXPcCT47W83OkFw4/s1600/IMG_0444.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWXz9f464qINQSmyFZQ3iF5WCqcJR_gd2u5GMQjggMyRj2MooY3CrUtkfpBFYfOAHIKzmzCbrPaYknwpbTDgvmii0E5KURyLo_g_WtShspHR_eUfE2pmzOsDPlFROTXPcCT47W83OkFw4/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695838809921016354" border="0" /></a><br />SwtSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-38697327781441659402012-02-03T10:00:00.001-06:002012-02-03T10:00:02.962-06:00I Doodle! Pt. IV<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0D7LfJfvMFRUJarA-JBdOFXMqKR5TRjomfviPjRCuGNfdcuTHCzNRaoIG1i2Ou-tQzOvfxf-nz4dgwUQqhyHCq1PxPyI7RiOMRQVA8Xkb6TWyn9umndBmIu6CzE-dcKyB-_dDUYLaM5M/s1600/IMG_0438.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0D7LfJfvMFRUJarA-JBdOFXMqKR5TRjomfviPjRCuGNfdcuTHCzNRaoIG1i2Ou-tQzOvfxf-nz4dgwUQqhyHCq1PxPyI7RiOMRQVA8Xkb6TWyn9umndBmIu6CzE-dcKyB-_dDUYLaM5M/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695838430024985074" border="0" /></a>SwtSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-31647214011594218872012-01-27T10:00:00.000-06:002012-01-27T10:00:02.348-06:00I Doodle! Pt. III<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoX_PlHVYEepB2cILHqykFSKqwRaNUiBNih8CIvzw-dJymOEcAzXI4ddGpQXTOs6dlyV7qqQJD7XU80567iXVhR4tcABBtIFsDw2Nm0xFN48SvTDSsjS6Mh8gMhBzKEBRelsv6quYW_1U/s1600/IMG_0432.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoX_PlHVYEepB2cILHqykFSKqwRaNUiBNih8CIvzw-dJymOEcAzXI4ddGpQXTOs6dlyV7qqQJD7XU80567iXVhR4tcABBtIFsDw2Nm0xFN48SvTDSsjS6Mh8gMhBzKEBRelsv6quYW_1U/s320/IMG_0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695838019154677986" border="0" /></a>SwtSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-50774722784705859092012-01-20T10:00:00.000-06:002012-01-20T10:00:09.170-06:00I Doodle! Pt. II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheHLiaDen5oDcdZ-WHi-8UCa5LFiyVpDtypVa7_hYzejYZVStHDNtLgtzF8eBMhaOhI4tjNz2FvMRh4F2oqJAW2F4avd2bvKW37bwXh2EAXwisSlpw1WfmtFV-qPKJ57LJfyGxfPDsqFc/s1600/IMG_0353.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheHLiaDen5oDcdZ-WHi-8UCa5LFiyVpDtypVa7_hYzejYZVStHDNtLgtzF8eBMhaOhI4tjNz2FvMRh4F2oqJAW2F4avd2bvKW37bwXh2EAXwisSlpw1WfmtFV-qPKJ57LJfyGxfPDsqFc/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695837634406949554" border="0" /></a><br />SwtSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-51915445077434890602012-01-17T10:00:00.000-06:002012-01-17T10:00:03.179-06:00100 Things To Do In 2012Every year I do Goddess Leonie's Goddess Guidebook and Planner to make my year as special as possible. I wanted to at least share my list of the 100 things that I really want to do this year. There are a few of them that I can't share, but there will be at least 90 on here.<br /><br />Maybe once a month I'll try to update what I've accomplished.<br /><br /><ol><li>Get a tattoo.</li><li>Get a piercing.</li><li>Skydive.</li><li>Get wasted, but not if Peanut is going to be around.</li><li>Buy roller derby skates.</li><li>Go to a concert.</li><li>Get a bike.</li><li>Road trip.</li><li>Finish platypus canvas.</li><li>Zentangle canvases.</li><li>Paint pottery.</li><li>Organize art supplies.</li><li>Read 12 books.</li><li>Take pics with Peanut.</li><li>Swim in a lake.</li><li>Swim in a river.</li><li>Run a 5k.</li><li>Complete Couch to 5k program.</li><li>Complete applicable 30 Days to a Better Man.</li><li>Make a doodle scrapbook.</li><li>Plant an herb garden.</li><li>Go to River Market.</li><li>Go to St. Louis.</li><li>Take pics in a photo booth.</li><li>Make absinth.</li><li>Go to a Mavs game.</li><li>Maintain a 3.8 GPA for a semester.</li><li>Participate in a flash mob.</li><li>Go without media for 24 hours.</li><li>Go camping.</li><li>Complete pin-up girl cross stitch.</li><li>Visit a new state.</li><li>Go on trips with the youth group at my mom's church.</li><li>Go swimming at night.</li><li>Make fondue.</li><li>Perform a random act of kindness.</li><li>Learn to crochet.</li><li>Complete 5 cross stitches.</li><li>See a sunrise and sunset on the same day.</li><li>Go ice skating.</li><li>Make sushi.</li><li>Make a monster plushie for Peanut.</li><li>Make a picture book.</li><li>Attend a house party.</li><li>Participate in Race for the Cure.</li><li>Participate in AIDS walk.</li><li>Go on a date with someone new.</li><li>Go to the lake for a weekend with Meggers.</li><li>Visit the Bestie at school.</li><li>Go canoeing.</li><li>Day trip to see my favorite couple.</li><li>Have a BBQ.</li><li>Go on a picnic.</li><li>Make a light bulb terrarium. </li><li>Print off pics.</li><li>Paint paper lanterns.</li><li>Make a shrine.</li><li>Buy more vintage hankies.</li><li>Make prayer flags.</li><li>Buy more prayer flags.</li><li>Build a blanket fort.</li><li>Attend a rally for a cause I care about.</li><li>Do 25 pushups.</li><li>Learn to hula hoop.</li><li>Learn a poem by heart.</li><li>Get contacts again.</li><li>Answer the 50 Questions that will Free Your Mind.</li><li>Dance in the rain.</li><li>Learn to identify a constellation.</li><li>Sew something.</li><li>Get a small pet.</li><li>Leave a note in a book for a stranger to find.</li><li>Send a secret to PS.</li><li>Carve my name in a tree.</li><li>Go indoor rock climbing.</li><li>Ride the train.</li><li>Make a list book.</li><li>Open a savings account.</li><li>See Flogging Molly.</li><li>Go to Half Priced Books.</li><li>Take a class at Micheal's.</li><li>Make those one bracelets.</li><li>Make something with my mirror birds.</li><li>Fall asleep in someone's arms.</li><li>Go to Westport.</li><li>Get a new speaker.</li><li>Build something.</li><li>Get more mens boxers.</li><li>Go cash only.</li></ol>Well, almost 90.<br /><br />SwtSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-9942684002084494672012-01-14T10:00:00.000-06:002012-01-14T10:00:09.025-06:00November and December Photo Dump<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ3aAV4X3vqXMBRvEgHGtRByoxy7jdwTDaX-14K3dA4516AVelITziyWPuT89-c8DcjG_9sWUWNdfpB945Kj9DhYrv-tXSrNufCpzLVjBmI8AHSx91El5-yKbwbhYmu_X84mtiQxOP71Q/s1600/IMG_0510.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ3aAV4X3vqXMBRvEgHGtRByoxy7jdwTDaX-14K3dA4516AVelITziyWPuT89-c8DcjG_9sWUWNdfpB945Kj9DhYrv-tXSrNufCpzLVjBmI8AHSx91El5-yKbwbhYmu_X84mtiQxOP71Q/s320/IMG_0510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695834819753006306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KV6oPTHXf9QIod8CEIjau6ZwI2VhJfoyWxwL__NTDZUlw4-liGFDlyNW2Zjfzfe5UWNpxMpskC8r6iRyawSsZS0nM8qo1snIJ7vkAdTu5ICby2gWj62R2ZoqrpheuS36M4tYJrbp6B8/s1600/IMG_0507.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KV6oPTHXf9QIod8CEIjau6ZwI2VhJfoyWxwL__NTDZUlw4-liGFDlyNW2Zjfzfe5UWNpxMpskC8r6iRyawSsZS0nM8qo1snIJ7vkAdTu5ICby2gWj62R2ZoqrpheuS36M4tYJrbp6B8/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695834807290148610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCqRJ_VXFIiSecoCRlY3cpRyG4NPNVWni4z4jgAJ2_Vz_VqDAKN6u1dG5P9EYI_NC4BSuJaX6XBl9MFWL5qA9KIjTwq_BYwSX0nRMREu9v7gh__ppxHxrIQIaXnje1mJNZR7czNHLGCQ/s1600/IMG_0490.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCqRJ_VXFIiSecoCRlY3cpRyG4NPNVWni4z4jgAJ2_Vz_VqDAKN6u1dG5P9EYI_NC4BSuJaX6XBl9MFWL5qA9KIjTwq_BYwSX0nRMREu9v7gh__ppxHxrIQIaXnje1mJNZR7czNHLGCQ/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695834802280650066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHXLp1hia50_89AufFoG4Qe2koLCFWrSsZo8WltvTgNh38oFYUnqSXg0bZ4fB2QBJFvrsGUyI2N9pjZ7OOVyIP-xJv8tZlEj1Z2RQB8-DRJv2flHa6gJoPE-62anEb_HaCe-2DjZrmuoE/s1600/IMG_0531.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHXLp1hia50_89AufFoG4Qe2koLCFWrSsZo8WltvTgNh38oFYUnqSXg0bZ4fB2QBJFvrsGUyI2N9pjZ7OOVyIP-xJv8tZlEj1Z2RQB8-DRJv2flHa6gJoPE-62anEb_HaCe-2DjZrmuoE/s320/IMG_0531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695834835056710530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhP8E3yV8v9zlmQKMo2oaIMOzd1U1A97pp-W-VojZuih71wICfpX3AZIgyMMFZ6ZUpNazzOje5L4LipGq5DrS271XrsIAg18o8vw48EDFtXQlirFPY9moOp_q1juGXiPLlbf95ejJofA/s1600/IMG_0472.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhP8E3yV8v9zlmQKMo2oaIMOzd1U1A97pp-W-VojZuih71wICfpX3AZIgyMMFZ6ZUpNazzOje5L4LipGq5DrS271XrsIAg18o8vw48EDFtXQlirFPY9moOp_q1juGXiPLlbf95ejJofA/s320/IMG_0472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695833176116189538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3DqvvJAFklXqzV48FNZXBt59YREXk76tcEMJgS7PJZkZDEzawhFd01QK2InRclrdHLOZ2rNGV7_qgtIeM_-flWa5KIVp8YIz12O7YGq2Ifvs7JQrjtmB7kHxg2o-jMgIT9OYfWrzuPIo/s1600/IMG_0433.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3DqvvJAFklXqzV48FNZXBt59YREXk76tcEMJgS7PJZkZDEzawhFd01QK2InRclrdHLOZ2rNGV7_qgtIeM_-flWa5KIVp8YIz12O7YGq2Ifvs7JQrjtmB7kHxg2o-jMgIT9OYfWrzuPIo/s320/IMG_0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695833097557940322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2LVG697TtOU01bBL6PQl7Qofhce-05okefASigQUgfqpYGU8ydMuquB3emzSOPGngaEKr3EUmEDLdGYdfUTQBovIY17-gkZS97evTVzAXK3iMEnGZWNE9-5Z4HBASo_PVuWxOAmNaE7s/s1600/IMG_0428.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2LVG697TtOU01bBL6PQl7Qofhce-05okefASigQUgfqpYGU8ydMuquB3emzSOPGngaEKr3EUmEDLdGYdfUTQBovIY17-gkZS97evTVzAXK3iMEnGZWNE9-5Z4HBASo_PVuWxOAmNaE7s/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695833095136030770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoGHpbSFc1ojtfGZB_uRFKDVZTMVcl3ly0yo1WTWr8Im2S8jYGqr0Tph_Kub6nbAxQe-IXUK9YRI70QrDN7yFs_iClEdEmdSpayV5EXz0Q4MInO_fNcEuNQfqHfdnpPYRp8BHHyZRghWU/s1600/IMG_0424.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoGHpbSFc1ojtfGZB_uRFKDVZTMVcl3ly0yo1WTWr8Im2S8jYGqr0Tph_Kub6nbAxQe-IXUK9YRI70QrDN7yFs_iClEdEmdSpayV5EXz0Q4MInO_fNcEuNQfqHfdnpPYRp8BHHyZRghWU/s320/IMG_0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695833049485314498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-e3nGbe-YkI5r6YPBARdg05A3gKu5dnNOvOr6rtjtWek3AkSOwJKg9F_OkwJzAJWZmGk2ZVoRU_3eE3nsIV5aX2lP53hYhNGaD7F_PY1pIWJ4OPvYgamBKETVo-EsVYoczmhXEPxcoZ0/s1600/IMG_0483.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-e3nGbe-YkI5r6YPBARdg05A3gKu5dnNOvOr6rtjtWek3AkSOwJKg9F_OkwJzAJWZmGk2ZVoRU_3eE3nsIV5aX2lP53hYhNGaD7F_PY1pIWJ4OPvYgamBKETVo-EsVYoczmhXEPxcoZ0/s320/IMG_0483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695833184965216354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2FzWldTlgqV2ADXC1PAUPQy8c79siL4fInaSb0KMBMqy12NBTlUCnsRNYOdRL9ocKeYQuTCOF2245JHwj7zl-wy07RqgIZ4JhN3eOezC79wAC7N9AdJ-IFFRNbVAWatJhD18ZGhtZgs/s1600/IMG_0415.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2FzWldTlgqV2ADXC1PAUPQy8c79siL4fInaSb0KMBMqy12NBTlUCnsRNYOdRL9ocKeYQuTCOF2245JHwj7zl-wy07RqgIZ4JhN3eOezC79wAC7N9AdJ-IFFRNbVAWatJhD18ZGhtZgs/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695827943908823746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzLR_e6rre8_eKV4wEsmNVu9p2Kwpf8JAZipT1yNrfukxSG-U3QGLJa_-u-lMfrRdgfk0_S5eBZuBMNtb6FZ4gKTtcp2sQwbhWM-5MIoDaltRY7K6h-uGKlp3V-DChw3pV-UlW0Rn3tpQ/s1600/IMG_0395.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzLR_e6rre8_eKV4wEsmNVu9p2Kwpf8JAZipT1yNrfukxSG-U3QGLJa_-u-lMfrRdgfk0_S5eBZuBMNtb6FZ4gKTtcp2sQwbhWM-5MIoDaltRY7K6h-uGKlp3V-DChw3pV-UlW0Rn3tpQ/s320/IMG_0395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695827924421752642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg21lOh78xOJC8uv9Q_2IiTRt1QhzmqKY4SKRQXq_XOWeiTdRvmTgyrkhyphenhyphen-Bw_yyJnKbrQHQxpPg6cLnjlpMVFjEO6sFCxjmg4ZdKh2UiLVi5UcR54T82PonwVLlHYDIpOoVGCo9SGaQ1o/s1600/IMG_0382.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg21lOh78xOJC8uv9Q_2IiTRt1QhzmqKY4SKRQXq_XOWeiTdRvmTgyrkhyphenhyphen-Bw_yyJnKbrQHQxpPg6cLnjlpMVFjEO6sFCxjmg4ZdKh2UiLVi5UcR54T82PonwVLlHYDIpOoVGCo9SGaQ1o/s320/IMG_0382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695827914074743298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB48UjEm9yBXK7TMccg2Zx6kVPN1YENcTGwguRxOuqOQMoUOpBtqPz6OjYaMRytM0AOu6CspkKToWoAuVSjkO21gL7EKvnxwYZwkCokuD6WzQ07FKMYaqusHXlB35RiBzUHqvP8zVb49E/s1600/IMG_0381.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB48UjEm9yBXK7TMccg2Zx6kVPN1YENcTGwguRxOuqOQMoUOpBtqPz6OjYaMRytM0AOu6CspkKToWoAuVSjkO21gL7EKvnxwYZwkCokuD6WzQ07FKMYaqusHXlB35RiBzUHqvP8zVb49E/s320/IMG_0381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695827908641703810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUcvhzmx59N7YN6WbMRTXN3cwcCdvKqwPe7AVWnWwkL1b_PfYZrdWEcPnDOHIOdfvttqbZ9iBhVTLdIPtwcpMTjdHUvwFAxo0oiMehj2_D5vICyrm49rlmvQRsIA_cBS5mfelp0Od1qs/s1600/IMG_0417.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUcvhzmx59N7YN6WbMRTXN3cwcCdvKqwPe7AVWnWwkL1b_PfYZrdWEcPnDOHIOdfvttqbZ9iBhVTLdIPtwcpMTjdHUvwFAxo0oiMehj2_D5vICyrm49rlmvQRsIA_cBS5mfelp0Od1qs/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695827954091196194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHROzncmRtEzY9uoP5wj5yArVWpwwOswWAqn86kVcwQBKgk6ZPyRI0Jd0yEd-OLMDMAW6j9ezqCaV_qjkkLbLWa4hlIXZT9sQFYJQHcKUibPs3bZ3sixFYL3kfL_GMq1uHjgNzQ-EClE/s1600/IMG_0377.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHROzncmRtEzY9uoP5wj5yArVWpwwOswWAqn86kVcwQBKgk6ZPyRI0Jd0yEd-OLMDMAW6j9ezqCaV_qjkkLbLWa4hlIXZT9sQFYJQHcKUibPs3bZ3sixFYL3kfL_GMq1uHjgNzQ-EClE/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695825356994031954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfos7SEGkaCMcuJ3GcVgKQE_2lSuWz2wWQn7j5AoA2FDGysXvuCgtmFbcyeiBCje2XkxbyJVNyS8JB15rjXc1PD1rAyfQlBNPyhfyuoCeC2w49a1CFyvnMibCW108CF4YSAgO3p-LtIqc/s1600/IMG_0341.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfos7SEGkaCMcuJ3GcVgKQE_2lSuWz2wWQn7j5AoA2FDGysXvuCgtmFbcyeiBCje2XkxbyJVNyS8JB15rjXc1PD1rAyfQlBNPyhfyuoCeC2w49a1CFyvnMibCW108CF4YSAgO3p-LtIqc/s320/IMG_0341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695825356473662418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidGf7VboGvo9-hw5qAEQ45YsphIa2tJySSvA5RhKCoyMdtX-83sdq6GcgtkSQBdXcMBig_7Yr3ti2wyt4JUq0K8VuglbWHaMWuUkGMT2Esmps3TJwAjLOgVjb4usWVLPOlz5VnRTP6TM0/s1600/IMG_0340.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidGf7VboGvo9-hw5qAEQ45YsphIa2tJySSvA5RhKCoyMdtX-83sdq6GcgtkSQBdXcMBig_7Yr3ti2wyt4JUq0K8VuglbWHaMWuUkGMT2Esmps3TJwAjLOgVjb4usWVLPOlz5VnRTP6TM0/s320/IMG_0340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695825339374761442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVV79a5gnmANmGX5sDOwsG5awJr3XuPUtG7pmpviC8lip54QRgcexEGKS9Cn643Q-OjZ6l5VgCHSgrUQau-rMTx5Rd2r4P21__yYm5G7X1tWbt5qVvCH1bfw4RVelgW3cRphYIzI5NOXo/s1600/IMG_0337.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVV79a5gnmANmGX5sDOwsG5awJr3XuPUtG7pmpviC8lip54QRgcexEGKS9Cn643Q-OjZ6l5VgCHSgrUQau-rMTx5Rd2r4P21__yYm5G7X1tWbt5qVvCH1bfw4RVelgW3cRphYIzI5NOXo/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695825331508560034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn7pog2wjzFgOhQYGXMLOojm8sLnRsszqEuCwDDma8M_7es5nJXiArqcjn-JkSAyP73n5IKcW4hDIilygvbqDkOHBK3qrRrmEMZGcsrcVomuK90NAjZBCtSy_rS1OEAIy1mmv-dsjf3x8/s1600/IMG_0378.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn7pog2wjzFgOhQYGXMLOojm8sLnRsszqEuCwDDma8M_7es5nJXiArqcjn-JkSAyP73n5IKcW4hDIilygvbqDkOHBK3qrRrmEMZGcsrcVomuK90NAjZBCtSy_rS1OEAIy1mmv-dsjf3x8/s320/IMG_0378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695825367513612370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwJOtKYCV7NpRTjnlGh1Yg8Jyit35kngoX8-qausX5cG6Bf_JG_DSBnzXwJj0oAfopLX3_Z1wtrcOc8lHBUrZMrN2xmQdOmOMO5A0BNFjAzFptjnb8zwl1LQKXNkBDcKNuxOC7B-Dn_4/s1600/IMG_0301.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwJOtKYCV7NpRTjnlGh1Yg8Jyit35kngoX8-qausX5cG6Bf_JG_DSBnzXwJj0oAfopLX3_Z1wtrcOc8lHBUrZMrN2xmQdOmOMO5A0BNFjAzFptjnb8zwl1LQKXNkBDcKNuxOC7B-Dn_4/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695823732523706178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqu77l5tv-IYv1VgQbrJGjPzc0JXAsn5QRfQtZY6RUk7OWrW_LEeHspdr5tX3TFcsjLOYep3nR1zNzOk9yaSKUv8iSbhnSCrMIUvXbEqRR1ZW2CyQoESDlcVFFo6WgSKKNmNmJmATaM0/s1600/IMG_0295.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqu77l5tv-IYv1VgQbrJGjPzc0JXAsn5QRfQtZY6RUk7OWrW_LEeHspdr5tX3TFcsjLOYep3nR1zNzOk9yaSKUv8iSbhnSCrMIUvXbEqRR1ZW2CyQoESDlcVFFo6WgSKKNmNmJmATaM0/s320/IMG_0295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695823728394218290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbNE_ceGmICxxWKhwYX1kXuEXdwoZ-tbsb4s6v91m5mjoXW-2q-5UKIZDAlkQZJ8lmuz86mdrYivJaUGqpoHzEHT01AsEnZaLgyMR4rkbPdjPPeFcZmpGLyvmVZhTHSGCsY_bt2TJpasU/s1600/IMG_0292.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbNE_ceGmICxxWKhwYX1kXuEXdwoZ-tbsb4s6v91m5mjoXW-2q-5UKIZDAlkQZJ8lmuz86mdrYivJaUGqpoHzEHT01AsEnZaLgyMR4rkbPdjPPeFcZmpGLyvmVZhTHSGCsY_bt2TJpasU/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695823711918244658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKyqWMteRT4DsljP9fPHQzCLd5-cIqci0V-PrDB1ZeHxQfCUlNJsG8mWvy192OkHmWYkKiz-tzs3yUjuGWwgQhHOw1Zkv6737M7sVVPNlfJu-UDCMjE10dRYSwjRSA0rTtirsf5Pg52c4/s1600/IMG_0287.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKyqWMteRT4DsljP9fPHQzCLd5-cIqci0V-PrDB1ZeHxQfCUlNJsG8mWvy192OkHmWYkKiz-tzs3yUjuGWwgQhHOw1Zkv6737M7sVVPNlfJu-UDCMjE10dRYSwjRSA0rTtirsf5Pg52c4/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695823702156074706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKl37hqF7FVrglDrGFL3SB_C-SLfMn5d_LHPCYfEdT8KSi6lYfCp6fKyl4ihJ3zK6QkTcC9WjsJuuzHT63IQz6yn7oPX04grtRU5Z4alztQ6nyD1ypkoDgLFtGAJGz8tLytYqv3R5GI3k/s1600/IMG_0334.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKl37hqF7FVrglDrGFL3SB_C-SLfMn5d_LHPCYfEdT8KSi6lYfCp6fKyl4ihJ3zK6QkTcC9WjsJuuzHT63IQz6yn7oPX04grtRU5Z4alztQ6nyD1ypkoDgLFtGAJGz8tLytYqv3R5GI3k/s320/IMG_0334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695823740996968098" border="0" /></a>Sarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-52639138388102206362012-01-13T10:00:00.000-06:002012-01-13T10:00:10.269-06:00I Doodle!I doodle a lot so I thought that once a week I would post a pic of my doodles.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOcvBo-FRLIXNWxG5XH8AmCrFVNAD8hA7vZbsZagoTru-nqJ-hgjO3jq5rxay-9Tm4ng-by0TTtIPPCYeXlgNceJ61pgVofP0i4N6WBPPZjvqgVR_6b7yGtt5D9ttyyJNd2mnKhtoxAg/s1600/IMG_0344.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOcvBo-FRLIXNWxG5XH8AmCrFVNAD8hA7vZbsZagoTru-nqJ-hgjO3jq5rxay-9Tm4ng-by0TTtIPPCYeXlgNceJ61pgVofP0i4N6WBPPZjvqgVR_6b7yGtt5D9ttyyJNd2mnKhtoxAg/s320/IMG_0344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695837195707785714" border="0" /></a>SwtSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762972150826732367.post-28157126491373061152012-01-12T10:00:00.000-06:002012-01-12T10:00:00.455-06:00I Have An Announcement<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89D-_OxYRfKYToRvMJYFlN64tOv56WMRh4RmQmA5CIhtu6JwNbaqZTtI9ghfw4r443KbYJvDxHwHYseu5JjUtL0gdjBHNmqn0Fe5SnBj8hSz_j9kG08RfS7hQ4amQZUpOV5nkeoYO1t8/s1600/IMG_0533.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89D-_OxYRfKYToRvMJYFlN64tOv56WMRh4RmQmA5CIhtu6JwNbaqZTtI9ghfw4r443KbYJvDxHwHYseu5JjUtL0gdjBHNmqn0Fe5SnBj8hSz_j9kG08RfS7hQ4amQZUpOV5nkeoYO1t8/s320/IMG_0533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695835614587532642" border="0" /></a>These are skates; not just any skates, these are my skates. I am planning on joining a roller derby team. I have never been much into sports, especially team sports, but this is my new passion.<br /><br />I went to my first bout a few months ago and have been skating once a week ever since. I got my skates over the weekend and I am super stoked about this new adventure.<br /><br />I decided to wait awhile before I posted about it because I didn't want this to be another half baked idea that never went anywhere. It seems like this has stuck, and at the very least I've found a new healthy hobby.<br /><br />So here we go!<br /><br />SwtSarah M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05126396805363910680noreply@blogger.com0